User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3135907-20120327211752/@comment-3135907-20120515203913

Whilst Eelhide and his fellow crewbeasts sat in their musty prison, accosted by hungry ratbabes, Siltear the fox put about controlling his new fortress. Standing on a keg of grog the new "Lord of Corsairs and Master of Darkgale" shouted out commands to his troops. About twenty slaves had been gathered in the courtyard, and Siltear was unhappy. "WHAT?! Only twenty beasts! You make a fool of me, Burgin. Daklid, Spearnose, Wightclaw, Rigg! Prepare your ships immediately to attack those fools of "The Alliance". This'll be when they least expect it..." The fox let out an evil bark of joy. "We'll take them by surprise! And, best of all- we'll have slaves piled to the wales!"